He always felt that his professional ethics were challenged. Looking at the sledgehammer Jiang Chen was dragging, he quickly shook his head. The other party was a Buddhist enthusiast. Liking Buddhism was a normal thing. There was no provocation or not. He was really too obsessed with it.

"By the way, how old are you?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

He felt that Tang Yi had a very special temperament. Although she looked young, her eyes revealed a hint of vicissitudes from time to time.

The other person blushed: "48E."

"That's not what I wanted to ask... Never mind, this is even worse." Jiang Chen accepted the answer helplessly.

Then he subconsciously glanced at Yang Chan.

The other party immediately exploded: "Ahhh! Damn Jiang Chen, what do you mean?!"

"Monks are supposed to be compassionate. Little Yangchan, it seems you don't have much compassion." In order not to escalate the conflict, Jiang Chen spoke tactfully.

Unexpectedly, the other party understood it immediately, his face turned red, and he was about to pounce on him with his teeth and claws bared.

At this time.

A hoarse, dry voice that made people's hair stand on end was heard.

"My head! My head!!"

The shrill screams were initially far away, but soon approached here. In less than two seconds, a headless corpse of an old man suddenly crawled out from the grass nearby.

"What!?"

"No!"

"Be careful, run..."

Several people's faces changed drastically and they hurried away.

The old man's aura was extremely terrifying, much stronger than that of the deformed little girl before, making several people's hearts tremble.

Only Zhao Yuhu and Jiang Chen stayed.

Zhao Yuhu clasped his hands together, and golden Sanskrit characters appeared on his body. He took a step forward and roared like an angry lion: "Vajra Indestructible!!!"

Jiang Chen fumbled around in the bag.

Pull out a head.

"Uncle, uncle, look at what this is?"

"Hey! A big, round, bloody head. Is this the head you found?"

Hearing this.

The headless old man trembled with excitement, and his frantic voice was filled with urgency: "Head! Yes, yes! This is my head, give it back to me, give it back to me quickly!!"

It stood on all fours, crawling on the ground like a monster at an insane speed, and suddenly crawled towards this side.

Jiang Chen threw his head high into the air.

Wait until it falls.

A powerful shot.

The head drew a long parabola and flew into the distance.

"Uncle, look! Your head is flying so high, it won't be broken, right?" Jiang Chen said in a mean way.

The headless old man froze in place.

Half a second later, he let out a roar of agony: "Ahhh! My head, my head!!"

It no longer cared about Jiang Chen and crawled into the weeds at a faster speed, chasing after him.

"Ghost Qi +999...Ghost Qi +999..."

Listening to the system prompts that sounded one after another.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile happily.

This old man is a really nice person. After this wave, his contribution is almost surpassing that of the previous woman named Zhou Qin.

Follow this momentum.

After throwing a few heads in my bag, it will definitely become the No. 1 ghost-level contributor on my ghost-exorcism list. (No. 1: English abbreviation for number one, translation: first)

And see this scene.

Everyone in the room opened their mouths wide.

There are eight words written all over his face.

Is there such an operation?